A Lullaby

~Prologue~

The clouds started to cry frozen crystals; white flakes mingling with the yellows and the browns of late fall. All the trees were shedding the last of their summer life, becoming dormant for the impending winter. Anastasia lived in a quaint house on the edge of town.  It was a forgotten gem until her little family of three chanced upon it.The house was only about 2-3 miles away from Redwood High school, so Ana walked. She preferred it. It gave her time to forget that time existed. A simple, beige, two-story gem of a house hidden behind a dying orchard. It was there in that orchard that reality, as fragile as it already was, became frayed and misshapen. But was it of coincidence that Anastasia Biscoff happened to be there? To live there? After all, it was only routine to cross through those bare orchards...